Posted on 21 May 2016 under Random
In the dead of the night, when the major contributor to the ambient noise is silence, life goes on. Flights land on the not too distant runway. The street dogs are the kings of the road, inheriting this domain from the two- and four-wheeled metal monsters that claim dominance during the day. The clocks tick-tock as per freaking usual, reminding one that time waits for no one.
At midnight, as the hands of the clock pass the “12”, the date changes. A day has ended, and another has begun. The date changes … but everything else remains the same.